Thursday, July 24, 2008
Losing My Religion
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I saw you try
--Losing My Religion, R.E.M., Cover by Tori Amos
He saw her sitting alone.
She glanced at him and stirred her drink.
The ice cubes swirled lazily with her straw.
"Hey," he said.
She didn't look up. "Hey."
"They abandoned you here?"
"Looks that way."
"That's pretty cold," he said.
Even the ice cubes didn't make a sound.
He thumbed toward the group chuckling at the bar. "If you want, you can--"
"No. Thanks. I'm going to head out," she said. "Right after I finish this."
"It's just some people from work."
"You better head back before they miss you."
He straightened. If only those damn ice cubes would stop moving.
"You know, I left a message on your cell phone," he said.
"You left two, actually."
"Okay, two. I guess was giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"I've been busy," she said.
"Sure you have."
She took a drink.
"You know," he said, "usually this is the point where I wander away not understanding what the hell happened and thinking I blew it. This is the point where I apologize and wonder what's wrong with me."
She finally looked up. She did have amazing eyes. Too bad.
"But not this time," he said
She nodded a yeah-okay-gotcha kind of nod.
"So, I just want to thank you."
"Oh?" she said. "For what?"
"For saving me a whole lot of trouble."
Not long after, he saw her empty table had filled again.